I am tired and weary,
I long for the days when I was bright and merry,
I long for the days when laddu was always dashing out in a flurry,
I long for the days of fun and revelry,

If I could feel this way,
I can only imagine my baby’s dismay,
What it might be for her to see,
Others running around happy and carefree,

I wonder what it might be for her to want,
To sashay about the house and flaunt,
To preen before the looking glass,
Even it were before getting ready for the next class,

I wonder what it might be for her to long,
To glide to victory in the pool where she did belong,

I wonder what it might be for her to wish,
In academics and the stage accomplish,

I wonder what it might be for to yearn,
For the day when she can walk talk and return,
To the life that was stolen from her,
To the life full of fragrance and myrrh